However meagre the food might be, it would be enough, he answered, and while he sat at supper he remembered Jesus again, and while thinking of his doctrines and the likeness they bore to those the Indians were preaching, some words of Jesus returned to him.  He had said that he did not think he was going back to the Brook Kerith, and it may well be, Paul muttered, that in saying those words he was a prophet without knowing it.  The monks from India will meet him in the valley, and if they speak to him they will soon gather from him that he divined much of their philosophy while watching his flock, and finding him to be of their mind they may ask him to return to India with them and he will preach there.

Sleep began to gather in Paul’s eyes and he was soon dozing, thinking in his doze how pleasant it was to lie in a room with no bats above him.  A remembrance of the smell kept him awake, but his fatigue was so great that his sleep grew deeper and deeper and many hours passed over, and the people in the inn thought that Paul would never wake again.  But this long sleep did not redeem him from the fatigue of his journeys.  He could not set out again till late in the afternoon, and it was evening when he passed over the last ridge of hills and saw the yellow sands of Caesarea before him.  The sky was grey, and the rain that Jesus had foreseen was beginning to fall, and it was through shades of evening that he saw the great mole covered with buildings stretching far into the sea.  Timothy will be waiting for me at the gate if he has not fallen over a precipice, he said, and a few minutes after he caught sight of Timothy waiting for him.  Paul opened his arms to him.  Thoughtest that I was lost to thee for ever, Timothy?  God whispered in my ears, Timothy answered, that he would bring thee back safely, and the ship is already in offing.  It would be well to go on board now, for at daybreak we weigh anchor.  Thou’lt sleep better on board.  And Paul, who was too weary even to answer, allowed himself to be led.  And, too weary to sleep, he lay waking often out of shallow sleeps.  He could hear Timothy breathing by his side, and when he raised his eyes he saw the stars that were to guide them along the coasts; but the beauty of the stars could not blot out of his mind the shepherd’s face:  and Paul’s thoughts murmured, he who believed himself the Messiah and still thinks he is Jesus of Nazareth which was raised by his Father from the dead.  Yet without his help I should not have reached Caesarea.  It then seemed to Paul that the shepherd was an angel in disguise sent to his aid, or a madman.  A madman with a strange light in his eyes, he continued, and fell to thinking if the voice that spoke out of the cloud bore any likeness to the voice that had compelled his attention for so long a term on the hillside.  But a bodily voice, he said, cannot resemble a spiritual voice, and it is enough that the Lord Jesus spoke to me, and that his voice has abided in me and become